A phonecall
seems to be enough
like a blast from the past
to leave you sad and blue
Where the merry-go-rounds still turn
echoing that typical music
in an abandonded charade of youth
Where love was still so simple
undone of all distress
who could have known
that love is so fragile
that almost anything
can come between two people in love.
Winter Issue 2019
5 years ago
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